Yellow Mellow h.s

Chapter 4

Jess POV

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I stare at him in apprehension for a moment, before flicking my eyes over is face to see if he's joking.

"What?" I ask after realising he's being dead serious, "you want to just leave your own party?" He just nods with a beautiful smile crossing his lips, showing off his dimples in his cheeks.

Fuck he is hot.

His smile reflect onto my once apprehensive face, convincing me in a matter of seconds. "Fuck it, let's go." I smile. By the time the words have left my lips, he interlocks our hands and leads us out of the club. I keep my composure and confidence while trailing behind him, ignoring the glares that I am being sent from other women obviously envious of me in this situation. He. leads us to a back door of the club, passing and smiling at a bouncer before pushing the door open, leading us into an empty alley behind the club.

I step outside and he turns around to face me, I raise an eyebrow at him and nod to our surroundings, wondering why the fuck we were in an empty alleyway.

"Paps." Is all he replied, pointing to the front of the club, which I immediately understand what he was saying.

"Well," I start, walking backwards to the exit of the alley way "this city isn't going to explore itself."

Harry starts to run directly at me with a wide grin on his face, I shriek in fits of laughter running away from him. With no luck at all, he catches up to me and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder and continuing to run through the alley way despite my protests through the laughter. He is laughing loudly with me over his shoulder as he runs through the busy streets of New York, gaining stares from by passers as he leads me towards a 24/7 service station.

He finally places me back on my feet in front of the store, while he places his hands on his knees trying to regain his breath through his constant cackles.

"What the fuck was that!" I exclaim amusingly. He just holds up his pointer finger at me signalling he needs a minute to regain his composure to speak. "That's on you mister, it was basically self sabotage." I continue, waltzing into the store leaving Harry uncontrollably laughing and panting at the same time.

The bell on the door dings when I pass through, smiling at the cashier and looking through the shelves of the store, not having a clue what we are doing here. The bell rings again and I lift my head to the door to see a very amused Harry walk through, smiling at me before heading to the back of the shop.

"Care to tell me what we are getting?" I question Harry from behind, following him as he continues to walk towards the alcohol section. He just smiles at me before picking up a bottle of vodka and then grabbing sunglasses and beanies front the shelf next to it.

"Disguises and vodka." He smiles before putting on the sunglasses and handing me my own, along with a beanie. He gives me a knowing look before looking at the cashier and then the door, then back to me. I immediately understand what he is trying to say and I smile  mischievously before walking towards the front door, throwing it open with Harry trailing closely behind me and sprinting out of the store, vodka and disguises unpaid for.

I was buzzing with adrenaline, hopping on one of the two bikes on the fence nearby and cycling away as fast as we could, hearing the store manager chasing and yelling at us behind. We ride through the open streets  of New York laughing our heads of loudly.